New Letters...

Interlude...

And they meet, late on a Saturday in the grip of winter's chapped lips. Ones blind to all he has inside, ones sure he knows what lifes got in store. And when the stars and drunks have left the bars, he says "we've just met but i've seen you around can we share a car? Back to my place, with movies made about outer space.". And so it seems they're off to share their wasted dreams...